Where are they?They don’t even ask those in Azkaban those questions because perhaps it terrifies them to know. There’s a safety in anonymity after all. Maybe, their loved ones can say, maybe they got away. Maybe they’re safe somewhere. Maybe they didn’t suffer. Maybe it was quick and they fought back. Maybe they were heroes ( Read more... )

This never happened ( Read more... )

Lucius Malfoy has never cared much for redemption ( Read more... )

I’ve been accused of being a Death Eater. They said I tortured, murdered, and all manner of ugly deeds. They said that I had the audacity to don a cloak and mask for the purposes of engaging in Muggle hunts, and terrorizing poor, helpless Mudbloods and Muggle lovers. I admit. I did ( Read more... )

Silk. Linen.

Like everything else about Lucius Malfoy, clothing and how he wears it is an art form and a testament to his vanity inasmuch as it is to his position in life. He uses his clothing like others use words, or brute force. There as much a warning about the man you’re dealing with as any mask or cloak he would ever wear.

Leather. Velvet ( Read more... )

He dreams of Esme ( Read more... )

Lucius hasn't checked in to make sure Draco is sleeping since he was a boy but tonight, he does again. He has stood there at the door of the bedroom he shares with his wife, watching his son twist and writhe in his sleep. The tea Lucius made for his son, filled almost to the brim with Scotch, rests cold and half-drank on the nightstand. And his son ( Read more... )

Random reply from a fancy new comm. I might join as one or two muses. We'll see.

1. If you could bring any of your characters from their story into this one (aka, the real world), which one would it be, and why? Dream from Neil Gaiman’s the Sandman because he brings such a gravity and majesty his realm. I mean he is the personification of dreams ( Read more... )

He loves me. He loves me not ( Read more... )

As I have said before, I spent many a night stolen from Nanny and tutor in that sitting room with it’s portraits of my forefathers. My grandfather died shortly before I was born, and my father I viewed with both fear and awe but these men who bore my name from times long before, while not my equals were tangible in ways that my own parents were not ( Read more... )